Oct 30, 2025
Whatever, go my antonymph.
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Whatever, go my antonymph.
Re-discovering my big guy by re-drawing ancient sketches I was cooking with, very fun to re-visit him! He could be making eyes or maybe it's a challenge…either way he is taking up that entire couch and not sharing!!!
pride month pulls me out of my art block (save me women, save me)
I am so low on digital art motivation rn so this is all yall will get. BOOM! blorbos be upon you!
https://artfight.net/~Growing-Gardens
An art gifting game
Officially sharing my OC Angie on this blog, she's a hottie with a pea sized brain whose entire personality is "don't worry, be happy". The lack of care about her future is definitely something to look out for, especially since she's unemployed. Wait, so how does she get her money? Well, that's a secret only her and her bestie, a skag named Sugar, knows 🤫
Here she's probably tagging up the streets of Lectra City with some positive "live, laugh, love" bullshit.
Some more renders of her and Sugar under cut.
Beginning Of The End
Hi! It's Steph's birth month, so I wanted to include them in my first fic. This is a moment in the past before the game began. I used my Sugar, Nora. She's a bit toxic but very human and very traumatized. (Also, I'm new to this, so sorry if the formatting is weird.)
Trigger Warning! Mentions of abuse, denial of it, arranged marriage, angry outbursts, breaking of an object, and severe self-loathing
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Nora needed to talk to someone. She couldn’t process this alone. She paced the length of her room, each step feeling like an eternity.
Steph would be here soon.
She glanced at the tea tray on the low table. Her parents’ hammered-in insistence on flawless hospitality had been thoroughly ingrained, even when her guest was Steph, who couldn’t care less about sugar cubes and fancy imported tea.
A knock at the door froze her for a moment before she rushed to open it. They’re here– it’s happening.
Steph stood there, slightly disheveled with a look that could be interpreted as concern. “You caught me in the middle of a workout,” they greeted, stepping inside and shrugging off their coat. Their sharp brown eyes scanned her face. “What’s this about? Your message was cryptic.”
Nora bit her lip and gestured for Steph to follow her to the bed. “I needed to talk to you,” she said, her voice tight with nervous energy.
Steph settled into their usual spot, leaning back with casual detachment. “That much was obvious. Mind clueing me in on what about?”
Nora sat across from them, wringing her hands. “It’s about... Kenneth.”
That got Steph’s attention. Their expression flickered, just for a moment, before returning to its usual nonchalance. “What about him?”
Nora hesitated, her hazel eyes darting to the window. “Our parents have... arranged for us to marry.”
Steph straightened, their posture going rigid, clearly caught off guard. “What? Are you serious? I thought you were– ” They paused, searching for the right words. “You never mentioned anything like this.”
“I didn’t know,” Nora quickly interjected, her voice anxiously raised. “It’s... it’s something they’ve been planning. I never knew. My parents and his parents,” She took a deep breath, trying to sort her racing thoughts. “They decided it years ago. I never even realized. But now it’s happening, and... I don’t know what to feel.”
Nora tried to smile, but it trembled. “They think it’s for the best. To merge the families, strengthen ties, all of that.”
Steph stared at her, their jaw tight. “And you’re just cool with this?”
“I– ” Nora’s hands clenched in her lap. “I don’t know. I mean, Kenneth and I... we’ve always been close, haven’t we? It’s not like he’s a stranger. And– ” She took a shaky breath. “He’s the only one I can trust not to leave me in the dirt like a used piece of gum.”
Steph’s eyes softened for the briefest of moments before hardening again. “Nora, that’s not a reason to marry someone.”
“Why not?” Nora snapped, her voice sharp with a defensive edge. “Do you know how many people have walked out of my life? I know you have, so you should understand. Kenneth... he’s stayed. Even when things got bad, he didn’t leave.”
Steph could recognize that they were walking on a fine line but they couldn’t stop the words. “He didn’t leave, but he’s hurt you. Don’t tell me he hasn’t. I’ve seen it, Nora.”
Nora flinched, her hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You don’t understand. I deserved it! I always deserve it! He used to be kind and... and gentle. He’s still that person deep down. I know he is. It’s just... I ruined him with my poison.”
“Nora,” Steph said, tone firm, unwilling to negotiate, “the Kenneth from our childhood is lost. Accept it. You can’t build a future on memories and delusion.”
“I know!” Nora interjected, her voice breaking with emotion. “I’m not blind! Kenneth has his issues, but– ” A pitiful smile found its way to her lips. “He loves me. I know it. He wouldn’t put up with my bullshit if he didn’t. He would have thrown me to the curb years ago! But he... He wants me. Loves me. He won’t leave.”
Nora shook her head, standing abruptly and crossing the room. “You don’t get it. You’ve always been strong, Steph. You don’t need anyone. But I– I can’t be alone. I need someone.”
Steph stood as well, their voice rising. “You think it’s easy for me to watch you tie yourself to someone who makes you miserable half the time?”
The words hung in the air, heavy and raw.
Nora turned to face them with a mixed expression of anger and desperation. “What am I supposed to do, then? Say no? Disappoint my parents? Burn every bridge I have?”
Steph took a step closer, their voice steady now. “You’re supposed to think about what you want. Not what your parents want. Not what Kenneth wants. You.”
Nora’s shoulders slumped, and the fire in her eyes dimmed. “I don’t know what I want, Steph. I don’t know if I even deserve to want anything anymore.”
Steph hesitated, then placed a hand on her shoulder. “You deserve more than this. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’re enough, not someone who keeps tearing you down.”
“Oh, is it just that simple, is it?!” Nora wailed as she flung a nearby vase against the wall, smashing it and leaving an ugly dent. “And pray tell, who is this mystery knight in shining armor?! Who else would put up with this monster?!”
The way Steph’s face tightened, it was clear they wanted to say something, but they swallowed it down quickly. “I’m leaving.”
Those words felt like ice water had been poured over Nora. “Wait!” Her voice was panicked as she rushed after Steph, but they were already out the door before she could catch them. She fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, staring at the broken vase.
She was a poison.
I just discovered the worst (best) website to make my art so much cooler (more aggravating)
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